Civic Center Station Agent Announces: No More Partying

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Photo by Franco Folini

Sounds like someone was having a big ole party of one until this Civic Center BART station agent called him out:

Careful, next time the BART etiquette police might come and get you!

San Francisco Bulls mascot on Muni

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Image by sclintonwoods via Uptown Almanac

Did you know that SF has a pro hockey team? You do now! They’re called the Bulls, an appropriate regional mascot. Seals, pigeons, and seagulls were already taken, I’m guessing.

Anyway, as Uptown Almanac reported a few weeks back, Rawhide, the Bulls‘ mascot, is just like us. Dude rode the 22-Fillmore and handed out free hockey tickets to anyone who said, “Go, Bulls!” according to a UA commenter. Neat.

Hear that, Lou Seal?

43-Vomitorium

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“Muni rider Rebekka was minding her own on the 43 heading toward the Marina, lost in her book, when …

The weirdest noise interrupted my immersed state. I turned around and saw a man and two women running downright towards the front part of the bus. And what I saw then was embarrassing for basically every commuter in this bus: In the last row a guy just emptied his entire stomach. And obviously he hit a huge area of the windows, the seats and the floor. But worst of all, he hit those three people who just escaped.

“In that moment I was trying to figure out whom I should feel more sorry for: The girl who looked like as if she just freshly showered under partly digested food and drinks or the poor man who obviously must have felt incredibly sick. We all stared shocked at each other and nobody was able to talk for the rest of the ride, hoping for the next bus stop. After the first stop, the poor man was gone and stop by stop the bus got emptier. I was the last guest at the last stop and told the bus driver the whole story. She had to stop her bus ride.”

Time of day matters, here, but. Too many appletinis?

BARTor the Transitator!

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Back in good ol’ 2010, Black Maps, a collection of musings by an amateur cartographer, put this into the universe and I am pissed we didn’t know about it until now. In the author’s own words:

My friend Alee always saw something different in the olde Bay Area Rapid Transit map, (which comes as no surprise, cuz honestly, that kid is a genius). Anyways, ever since Alee teamed up with my pal David to create this harbinger of fire, fare hikes, and transfers-that-rarely-make-sense, I have never looked at the BART map the way I used to.

Proudly (not at all because it just worked out that way, design-wise), San Francisco composes what is arguably the noble beast’s mightiest parts. Sorry about the fire damage, Peninsula, and heads-up, Half Moon Bay.

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